The feel of fabric against his skin was not at all pleasant, and he fought back a groan as every pox mark on his body started to itch again. The urge to scratch was almost overwhelming, but he was fighting it, at least it was better than to dress himself..
As she went on, he nodded, biting together the pain of moving. He'd not stay here when Percy was ill. He'd given his word he'd be there for him. 'I'll stand up,' he said firmly - or as firmly as he was able to. He watched her go, finally letting out a groan of pain as she was out the door, using every ounce of strength he had to stand. It wasn't easy, and by the time he was actually standing his entire body ached in ways he hardly thought it was able to. Still he was standing, and stayed standing, even if his head was spinning.